Chapter 128 Fuel to the Fire
Upon catching a fleeting glimpse of her elusive gaze, a hint of displeasure flickered in his eyes. He spoke, his voice laced with a touch of annoyance, "It's not as though you haven't seen it before."
Ava remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line. Rising to her feet, she finally found her voice, "You... continue soaking. I'll take my leave."
As she pivoted to make her exit, her foot slipped, sending her stumbling backward.
"Ahh!" Her scream, sharp and piercing, sliced through the air as she instinctively cradled her belly.
In the blink of an eye, strong arms snaked around her from behind, catching her mid-fall. With a resounding thud, they both tumbled into the tub, water splashing wildly in every direction.
The icy water enveloped her, causing Ava to shiver violently as she floundered in the water.
Despite being fully clothed, she was acutely aware of his body pressed against hers, every contour etched into her memory.
Without missing a beat, Alexander scooped Ava up out of the water, cradling her in his arms as he carried her out of the room.
Ava clung to him, her body shivering from the cold. Her pale face sought refuge against his chest, yearning for his warmth.
Once they were back in the room, Alexander swiftly stripped off her soaked clothes, discarding them without a second thought. In no time, Ava stood before him, her body trembling and completely exposed.
His gaze roved over her flawless skin, the intensity of his stare more potent than before. He swallowed hard, a scorching heat rising in his chest, his entire body feeling as though it was on the verge of combustion.
Startled, Ava quickly wrapped herself in a blanket, her body trembling uncontrollably.
It felt like an eternity since they had last found themselves in such a compromising situation. She quickly shut her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.
Alexander cast a glance down at himself before disappearing into the walk-in closet. When he emerged, he was clad in pajamas and casually tossed a robe in Ava's direction.
The rustling sound made Ava turn her head, only to find a pink lacy robe draped in front of her. It was the kind of seductive garment one wears to bed.
"Why... why this one? Don’t you have any other robes?" she asked, a hint of plaintiveness seeping into her voice. Wasn't offering such clothing akin to adding fuel to the fire?
"The closet only contains robes of this sort. If you're not comfortable wearing it, then don't," he responded, summoning every ounce of willpower to resist the urge to pounce on her.
Ava was left speechless.
'How can the old lady's house have such clothes? The robe looks brand new. Could it be that the old lady has prepared all this for...?' Ava pondered.
The thought left her feeling bewildered, astonished at her grandmother's cunning.
Ava had always thought she was the one subtly playing games, scheming to pilfer the documents. Yet, it seemed she and Alexander had been outmaneuvered by the old lady, failing to secure what they desired.
Wrapped up in the blanket like a cocoon, Ava curled up at the head of the bed.
Lifting her gaze, she noticed that the man seemed unaffected by the chilly bath. His eyes were redder, almost blazing.
She had heard that it wasn't healthy for a man to be left in such a state.
Considering they were still husband and wife, and since they had done everything a married couple does, what did it matter if they did it one more time or one less?
Gradually, Ava let go of the blanket, allowing it to slide slowly off her.
Her eyes, sparkling and captivating, met his.
"Alex, we're still married. If you really want to... then..."
She hesitated, then pulled off all the covers on her, "I can help you in any way, but can you please... not actually follow through with it?"
